MATTEO DAIDONE
A HIDDEN JOURNEY
In May 2020 I began to wander around the many parks and cemeteries of Rome, Italy, the city where I now live and a place of subtle complexity and mystery.
Those surroundings somehow dragged me in, pushing me to relentlessly look for things I actually didn’t even know myself. At first I was simply driven by my feelings of inner freedom and deep compassion. Then after a few months I started to sense a connection between a handful of those places. They were the ones where I could feel a sort of multilayered atmosphere in which I completely immersed myself: a dimension of time and space where plants, animals, objects and their relationship with each other silently revealed themselves as the traces of a hidden journey, of a walk through the night beyond death, darkness and decay to go back to what we all belong.
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